Tuesday, April 13, 2010

What I'm saying is thatyou ought not to park campers on your lawn,tire tracks deep in the mudslowly becoming merely mirewith each rain that happens by.Nor do I endorse leaving old couches and refrigeratorsin the alley three garage doors downor dumping in on empty lotwhere combinations of abandoned furnitureand appliances can stareat the world that passes by them,mute as if in unending astonishmentthat anything comes to a finish.

What I am sayingis that you don't have to give awayall your clothes because churchesdon't fill the pews as do movie theatresor ball games during a serieswhere so much depends on ball being hit by a stickthat might fly over the cheap seatsand into a window, into history that is.

Religion hasn't been as goodas the movies in decades anyway,and those kinds of ball games are rare , being ,as it were, miracles true and factual only placewhere prayer makes senseand the game is more importantthan what any man or woman wantsto with their appetites.Find yourself a face to kissand leave the Laundry undonejust for one day,wait until the net day offto sharpen the knives for battle(while I pray that day never arrivesfor that reason), stop for a momentand think about whatyou've been thinking about.and when you're confused enough,come see me,when I'll puton some coffeeand we can read eachother from any book the house,my treat.